and I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow
The birds fly quietly through us. Oh, I who wish to grow, I look out, and inside me the tree grows. [ . . . ] I take refuge, and refuge is inside me.
Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. Steven Cassedy, from an excerpt provided in Flight from Eden
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